Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Portugal and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing ABC to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
These Immortal Souls,
Marvin Gaye,
Brand Nubian,
Sparks,
Bobby Sherman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Con Funk Shun,
The Wake,
Fad Gadget,
Anthony Braxton,
Joensuu 1685,
Au Pairs,
Radiohead,
Gang Green,
Maleditus Sound,
cv313,
The Searchers,
Aloha Tigers,
Saccharine Trust,
Rosa Yemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fear,
Bill Near,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
In Retrospect,
Freddie Wadling,
The Toasters,
Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Henry Cow,
Hasil Adkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Index,
X-101,
Rufus Thomas,
Inner City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Smog,
Mandrill,
Barbara Tucker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Connie Case,
The Victims,
a-ha,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deakin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers,
Juan Atkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sixth Finger,
Nas,
Arab on Radar,
Grauzone,
Desert Stars,
Q and Not U,
Magazine,
Nils Olav,
Vladislav Delay,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.